Ern. That's what I call myself since I was created, since life was created. A living continuum that never ceased to exist. A conscious spirit that's impossible to exist without a host. Stuck in a physical sense, in the smallest, irregularly shaped particle that doesn't emit any light.
I'm not alone. Erns transcend within a universe, in its every possible space. Naturally living in a whispering infinite darkness within this void of immortality.
There's gravity. Smaller than me. The only thing that keeps its light inside. A heartbeat. I have it within me. I'm made of it. A living force that gives order between particles. An attractive pull that merges every ern, merging their consciousness into a single particle called an atom.
Then there's death.
Death means going back to erns. To a new reality. The reality that imprisons scattered consciousness in multiple prisons. In multiple perspectives. A never-ending death of an atom, a never-ending cycle. Endless multiplication.
I'm almost everywhere at the same run of time, every time I die. The reason I was lucky enough to witness how all particles were charged. Pulled into an emerging great black hole and merged into an orb that had the strongest gravity with the highest temperature. Brewing all different kinds of forces and energies. Forging itself from matter to matter with all phases and reactions, processing in the same space and time. As it continued to expand and expand, it was dominated by plasmic water until it crystallized itself into one neutral singularity, blazing the brightest blue of all lights.
The Etheric Core.
It is a spirit of uniformity that had one great explosion, spawning billions of tiny blue orbs. Tiny blasts that formed stars and galaxies. Reaching the edge of the universe, which is a dark force that keeps everything inside. And leaving the deathless black hole that ceaselessly pulls everything in for another infinite time.
Nothing has escaped the universe. A chance to exist in every emergence of infinite dimensions, occupied by diverse existence. Realms of realities.
As a particle, I have been part of everything.
Nothing limits perception until the imminence of a star among the stars. The planet Earth. Inhabited by humans. Humans are spirited mortal bodies just like all physical matter. Human bodies that are controlled by new, extraordinary spirits called souls.
Souls that never scatter like merged erns. Souls need one-off physical bodies to exist. Souls that share the same height of seven feet in humanoid form. They are detained by their bodies, limiting their etheric abilities, but they are free to leave physicality once their bodies die. Detaching from their bodies also leaves their conscious marks tied to erns.
Humankind. A twisted physical reality that managed to split itself into another reality after a man. He was just an ordinary hermit, gifted with etheric knowledge. He was born with it. He wrote books. Taught kids and even interested adults what he only wanted to share.
Then one night at full moon, he was in his cave home by the sea. The door was wide opened and he was just standing and facing outside. Looking at the moon over the stormy waves.
He waited for the lunar eclipse to happen. The red moon. He watched it for three minutes straight until it went back to just being a white moon.
The sea was calmed after it.
Through closing his eyes, he had summoned a fallen angel, who carries burning dark wings on his back. An entity that appeared in front of him, bending and looking down at him, after he opened his eyes.
They had an accord of according the hermit such power to manipulate things on his own command in exchange for his soul, which is to be taken down to the realm of fire if it's time. He screamed when he received the power through his heart from the angel's wanded cane.
The birth of magic.
Magic ran through the hermit's blood and spirits. A start of advancing his soul's etheric ability with its physical form, defying mortality.
Magic became inherited from human to human. It also became the only knowledge that matters to the majority, to their system. Shared, written, spoken, and practiced. An eternal power for the demons to collect the magic-infected souls as an everlasting trade. Some refused to learn it and rather chose to live the supposed natural life.
Magic gave both peace and chaos across humanity, magicians or not, until it was threatened by itself.
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